Marilynne Robinson and a red-tailed hawk – regaining inwardness
From a window where I sit with a coffee and Marilynne Robinson’s “Absence of Mind,” I see a red-tailed hawk making those wide circles that red-tailed hawks make...
From a window where I sit with a coffee and Marilynne Robinson’s “Absence of Mind,” I see a red-tailed hawk making those wide circles that red-tailed hawks make...
In view of the Edmonton Poetry Festival, here’s a poem for poets and other kinds of surgeons. I read this poem for “Gettin’ Gritty” at Zocalo, but it has change...
People retire all the time—today is my time. I’ve been asked what it feels like: I say, it’s like a blind curve on a dirt road, and you’re in ...
I would like to say how, and in what way, this day matters. Why Easter still matters. How the story matters. I would like to explain how Easter may be a comfort...